Mark Knopfler - Gravy Train lyrics
[Mark Knopfler - Gravy Train lyrics]
Well they fly past the
Ghettos and the factories
Riding on the gravy train
All of the places that they really oughta be
Riding on the gravy train
Past the coal mines, black and scarred
Slaughter houses and the loader yards
On the gravy train on the gravy train
There's the lucky little mothers
In a luxury car riding on the gravy train
Never thank each other on a lucky star
Riding on the gravy train
What's worse than ingratitude?
Worse than a piss poor attitude?
On the gravy train on the gravy train
Ah the ganger-uppers and the hangers-on
Riding on the gravy train
Champagne suppers with the daggers all drawn
Riding on the gravy train
Some act tough, some act rude
Some bit of fluff complain about the food
You wanna see your body getting really crude
Get on the gravy train the gravy train
Well the golden hooves was
Clattering down the track
And they're gonna be riding in an old caboose
Coming back
There's the soldiers of fashion
On the hit parade riding on the gravy train
Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
Riding on the gravy train
A freeloader licks my boot
Tell me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the gravy train
Ghettos and the factories
Riding on the gravy train
All of the places that they really oughta be
Riding on the gravy train
Past the coal mines, black and scarred
Slaughter houses and the loader yards
On the gravy train on the gravy train
There's the lucky little mothers
In a luxury car riding on the gravy train
Never thank each other on a lucky star
Riding on the gravy train
What's worse than ingratitude?
Worse than a piss poor attitude?
On the gravy train on the gravy train
Ah the ganger-uppers and the hangers-on
Riding on the gravy train
Champagne suppers with the daggers all drawn
Riding on the gravy train
Some act tough, some act rude
Some bit of fluff complain about the food
You wanna see your body getting really crude
Get on the gravy train the gravy train
Well the golden hooves was
Clattering down the track
And they're gonna be riding in an old caboose
Coming back
There's the soldiers of fashion
On the hit parade riding on the gravy train
Tongue lashing with the bitch brigade
Riding on the gravy train
A freeloader licks my boot
Tell me how he digs my suit
You got lucky son, don't get cute
Get on the gravy train